The look I recall in my grandfather's eyes
The sweet, gentle, silly kiss I feel on my cheek from one very talkative three-year-old whom I've persuaded to call me "Mimi" instead of grandma (shudder shudder) - and he -without question - complies

Brown eyes

My son's His big brown eyes have grown into manhood but all I can see is a reflection of the bravest boy I know.

Fog

The mysterious and powerful experience of being lost in the moment with someone you love

Friendships

Girlfriends I know I can call in the wee hours of the morning should I need them and they would wiggle out from under the covers of their comfortable lives and come over - or just listen. They know I would do the same for them.

Trees

I have a strange affinity for them and like to be surrounded by them. Trees are the personification of strength standing still

MIMI As I read your list of gratitude, I began to have a problem reading and realized tears had formed in my eyes.This is such a wonderful place where I always find wonderful words written by a wonderful woman.Thank you...Happy Thanksgiving